In response to Linda G Hill’s stream of consciousness prompt What.
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “what.” Start your post with the word “What.” Bonus points if the final word of your post starts with a “w.” Have fun!
What else could he ask for? It was a beautiful sight. It was a miracle. He knew it and he was grateful for it. Cadfael didn’t understand all of it: in fact, he understood almost none of it even though Eilwen tried to explain a few days back. He didn’t truly care though. What mattered was she stood by his side again, in her own skin. Sure her fairy wings were gone, but their absence meant nothing compared to her presence. She seemed stronger even if there appeared to be a lingering sorrow in her eyes. She felt more grounded too; made of flesh more than she ever had before. She seemed anchored: he couldn’t truly explain the feeling.
She needed to lean on him, as they walked towards the dragon camp. They would fly away soon, to the Isle of Fire. He could experience sadness knowing that he would feel their absence keenly. They were a part of him. But they also had the right to live free, bound to The Riders by choice instead of force. They were no slaves. Dragons were allies. Eilwen helped him understand that. And seeing as they would leave soon, his Seer, his lover, had wanted to say goodbye. She would feel their departure in her core, but she’d returned to him, denying her dragon blood for the love of him.
Still he felt her tremble in tune with the dragons when they approached their gathering. He felt the threads linking them all together vibrate and resonate through the air. The dragons knew they were come. Indeed Cailean and the Kings had gathered to welcome them. It was Cailean who came first and bowed to her, as she let go of his arm. She’d show them the strength she had. She carressed his snout. The tenderness in her hold might have scared him. She had been a dragon only days before and it was an ordeal for her to return to her faerie self. But he knew she would remain as she was now. For him. He observed her relishing the miracle of her being with him, loving him. Cailean leaned his snout against her face before turning to him. Something in his eyes filled him with yet another foreboding, though not one as portentous as the day he met her. She smiled nodding in answer. He didn’t ask – she would tell him at some point – but he wondered why.
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